Summer...
every bush is in bloom, each caught up in her own form of self-expression,
focused inward with all her energy, producing outward perfection,
each form, each fragrance different and exquisite. How am I supposed
to work when each flower I pass says "Come closer"...
all senses reel and I visit flower after flower, burying my entire
face in each one like some gigantic bee. This is why I walk around
with a yellow spot on the end of my nose. It's pollen and it's
summer.
This
site will be updated each season.
